Crook Poems - Poems about Crook

Today's rain is more of a doom, But why not just spare my own room? You just poured in without a shame So, who will then take this your blame? Tho', where I live is a jungle, My life needs not be this bungled, Because this flood was just a lot, This is not just based on my thought. Its' anger was unleashed...

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Of the created lot, Am the meandering one, A mass of battling red, Am always on a steady diet Ever since the mothers bred. Chemicals galore in profound reacts When devils dare to tread, The flames crack like the daring sun And cells suffer a wreck. Parts are fed with signals released, Castles on the air are built, Images form with colors bright Traces of the...

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Gambolling along as ewe do, happy and carefree. Ewe’d do it all over again, in the greening esprit. Gambolling in full wool, unaware of morrow’s snip. Ewe see only what is in fashion, not the future clip. Gambolling with the Shepherd’s crook, behaving baa-dly. Ewe do you, follow the sheepish crowd gladly. Gambolling off a cliff, unless the one snatched from...

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Let Hans start reading some book: Let him not this overlook Or it shall him later hook In a school they don't scores cook, Her exit door for the crook And who thinks he can rook... Let him now try his textbook, Who never his meals forsook And sweet snacks made sure he took, Who'd not turned-off radio brook, For shows and concerts long look; At...

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Last Christmas Eve, I met a man who was homeless, he was all alone. I made a serious mistake when I decided to let him stay in my home. My family and I woke up on Christmas morning and we were sad. We started crying because that man stole every present we had. We woke up to a tree...

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The man they had remembered: Was the smart guy dismembered: The chap they'd shown Exit Door; Saved not A - Shall Be - Washed Ashore... Quiet but tricky Gordon, A lot irked by his burden, Thus choosing The Damned Short Road, So as to self save gross load: With Satan's ready assistance Won't have to go the distance... So, they had said to him shame; Now,...

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A land without a single crook, Because criminals they don't brook: They'd out fish them with a hook Relying in their roguish look... A District without a Half Crook Battered eyes to one make a spook And as unpleasant as damned gooks... The criminal, without fail, cooks First claiming that he lives took Then, high time petty that you forsook No one has got wings...

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I met a man in pink, Who chose to freely think That those who often drink Are bound to sadly sink: “No braving it to a brink; With no sure shores a link!” But while just this saying Made with his glass a clink And for a day graying Did not quite snatch the wink I’d espied in his look But still stung then...

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After a momentary look And a longer one I took At the size of her ordered wood, While I, still stood, I surrounded that our cook Is some sure crook, Her motives a completely readable book, Her inner spirit reached with my hook… And in her spirit saw I not a spook But upon what I stumbled thrice shook: I’d swear at a shrine A...

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I'm tired of pretending I'm perfect inside When really I'm a monster With secrets to hide. I band-aid my emotions. I filter the way I look I expect to feel authentic When really I'm a crook. I'm tired of pretending I'm ready to break free I don't want to be a monster I just want to be me....

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I got a phone call from a mate of mine I hadn't seen for years, and I could tell by his quivered voice that he was close to tears so I asked Ken what is wrong then heard his voice that shook , “Oh cripes! I think I've had it ‘cause I've never felt so crook”. Course on...

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So much hatred spewed but very few see. True colors and nature of this little one to be. Small and tiny his stature is so. But from the lips a mighty wind does blow. Self-righteous and blocked by many ports A little man’s complex of sorts. Fueled by the need for fame and clout. But in this small simple mind there is...

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It’s hard these days for a crook. Go anywhere around and take a look. Ain’t no shops to rob of jewelry. They all closed up and got security. Not even restaurants for him to rob, and at the grocers’ Lordy - what a mob! It’s hard these days for a thief. I wonder how he’s finding his relief. Folks he used to rob...

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I am that lone wolf Coming by with that look My inner mind in a shelf That horrid stare I took I must save myself By hook or by crook I am that one alien With an eye for detail Lost in the Mediterranean Alive in the form of a male Boiling the ocean I would never fail By hook or by crook I am that lonely eagle Waiting...

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I am not a crook just close your eyes, don't look, these others that surround me make all the mistakes that's why I don't give, I only secretly take and if you give me time there is a leader here to find. Fake news to the left of me the base to the right praise me on their...

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